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The Third Option :: Flynn Vince
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«I'm sure there is, but all the same, I'd like to know more about these two targets.»
«All you need to know is that this will be easy, and you're going to be paid well.» Cameron's voice had taken on an agitated tone.
Villaume kept his own tone even. «I will not take my team into a situation without more information. If you refuse, we'll get off this plane when we land in Colorado Springs and take the first plane back to Washington.»
Cameron didn't like that idea at all. «For Christ sake, Gus, if I thought this thing was going to be messy, I would have called Duser.»
Villaume looked over at his two team members for a brief second. The reference to Jeff Duser had got their attention. Duser was a former U.S. Marine who had been court-martialed and run out of the Corps for a list of offenses too long to recap. A decade later, the sadist was well into his thirties but seemed mentally still stuck in his teens. He and his crew of pumped-up cronies were about as subtle as a sledgehammer. How he had ended up in this line of work Villaume had yet to figure out, but he had a good idea that the man sitting across from him had something to do with it. Duser was not well respected by other freelancers. As a general rule, contracts were to be carried out in as quiet a manner as possible. If possible, a hit should be made to look like a suicide, or, given the right situation, the body should simply disappear.
«Maybe you should call Duser… that way, you can guarantee front-page coverage in Sunday's Denver Post.»
«What is that supposed to mean?»
«Peter, if you need me to explain that to you» – Villaume shook his head – «you should find a new line of work.»
«Hey, Duser and his boys get results.»
«And headlines.»
«I'm not going to sit here and argue with you, Gus. This job is a cakewalk. Maybe you're getting too old for this.»
Villaume kept his stare focused on Cameron's dark pupils. At fifty-two, he had lost very little, and what was gone in terms of physical ability he had more than made up for in increased knowledge and instinct. And at this moment, his instincts were telling him that Cameron was lying. Villaume had learned long ago that in this line of work, you should use great caution before you threaten another business associate. Once that hand was shown, there was no taking it back, and if often forced the other person to make plans of his or her own. It was clear that Cameron was a man who could not be trusted. The Frog did not like it, but it was time to raise the ante. «I will ask this question one last time.
«I'm sure there is, but all the same, I'd like to know more about these two targets.»
«All you need to know is that this will be easy, and you're going to be paid well.» Cameron's voice had taken on an agitated tone.
Villaume kept his own tone even. «I will not take my team into a situation without more information. If you refuse, we'll get off this plane when we land in Colorado Springs and take the first plane back to Washington.»
Cameron didn't like that idea at all. «For Christ sake, Gus, if I thought this thing was going to be messy, I would have called Duser.»
Villaume looked over at his two team members for a brief second. The reference to Jeff Duser had got their attention. Duser was a former U.S. Marine who had been court-martialed and run out of the Corps for a list of offenses too long to recap. A decade later, the sadist was well into his thirties but seemed mentally still stuck in his teens. He and his crew of pumped-up cronies were about as subtle as a sledgehammer. How he had ended up in this line of work Villaume had yet to figure out, but he had a good idea that the man sitting across from him had something to do with it. Duser was not well respected by other freelancers. As a general rule, contracts were to be carried out in as quiet a manner as possible. If possible, a hit should be made to look like a suicide, or, given the right situation, the body should simply disappear.
«Maybe you should call Duser… that way, you can guarantee front-page coverage in Sunday's Denver Post.»
«What is that supposed to mean?»
«Peter, if you need me to explain that to you» – Villaume shook his head – «you should find a new line of work.»
«Hey, Duser and his boys get results.»
«And headlines.»
«I'm not going to sit here and argue with you, Gus. This job is a cakewalk. Maybe you're getting too old for this.»
Villaume kept his stare focused on Cameron's dark pupils. At fifty-two, he had lost very little, and what was gone in terms of physical ability he had more than made up for in increased knowledge and instinct. And at this moment, his instincts were telling him that Cameron was lying. Villaume had learned long ago that in this line of work, you should use great caution before you threaten another business associate. Once that hand was shown, there was no taking it back, and if often forced the other person to make plans of his or her own. It was clear that Cameron was a man who could not be trusted. The Frog did not like it, but it was time to raise the ante. «I will ask this question one last time.